The streets of Whiterun were subject the daily flow of travellers and citizens as the sun set. They were all heading home or to the tavern. Jord glanced round then across to the guard opposite her.
"Hey, Jenkins! You're awfully quiet." Jord commented. He looked at her.
"Hmph? Just thinking about these vampire attacks." Jenkins admitted. She nodded slowly before casting her gaze to the starry sky and the Aurora. It was spectacular. Then something cold nudged her leg before travelling up to her chin. From where she was, Jord could see a black dog with red eyes. But then she noticed that its skin was decomposing. A death hound. In realisation, her shield swung round and struck the side of its head, knocking it to the ground. Her sword was drawn before she engaged in combat. A master vampire and another death hound was also present. The dog collapsed at her feet so she then directed her attention at the vampire. They danced an intricate dance of death round each other, steel clashing against steel. But her luck was against her. Just before he could go in for the killing blow, a heavy daedric mace made a sickening squelch as it collided with the back of the vampire's head. Blood spurted from the wound and coated Jord and her savior with sticky plasma. As the body fell, she caught her savior's face. It was Katariah, the Imperial Crusader from Cyrodiil.
"Katariah! Great timing!" the Nord exclaimed.
"I heard the commotion, then I saw the vampire and the death hounds so I decided to lend a hand." Katariah said.
"My shift's over now so I can go to the tavern if you like." Jord stated. The Crusader bowed her head and walked off up the street with Jord.
